yup!

Light the blunts up when I walk in the building

Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it

Always pull up with a plethora of women (All them women)

I be like "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"

And your bitch say "What's up?" Ay, she tryna get it

"Gravy, lemme fuck," ooh I'll consider

I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes

So I say "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it

I'ma hit it, baby"

Ay, don't you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers

When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher

I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker

Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker

Hannah Montana, I got the juice, I got the Fanta

I got the juice like a banana

I got the juice like Tropicana

I make gas, I got gelato

I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle

Got pizazz like it's my motto

I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado, and then I'ma smash

Gravy got your puta

She sittin' in my jacuzzi

I think I need a few more

Yeah, and if you got the Henny

Pour it up when I walk in the building

Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it

Always pull up with a plethora of women (All them women)

I be like "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"

And your bitch say "What's up?" Ay, she tryna get it

"Gravy, lemme fuck," ooh I'll consider

I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes

So I say "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it

I'ma hit it, baby"

Yup, she said "Yup," I said "Yup"

I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (I'ma hit it, baby)

And if that bitch can clip her seatbelt on the first try

Then she ain't my type (I need a thicky)

Gravy need a bitch with a ass so fat

That it makes it hard to live her life (Goddamn)

And I'ma get the bands, even if I don't want to

If you smell like Black & Mild's, baby, I don't want you

Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue

All of y'all been on one, congrats, bitch, I'm on too

And she call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby

Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost, baby

Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost

Eighty bitches in my crib, runnin' through 'em, Randy Moss, baby

Ooh

Pussy

Gravy

Light the blunts up when I walk in the building

Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it

Always pull up with a plethora of women (All them women)

I be like "Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin'"

And your bitch say "What's up?" Ay, she tryna get it

"Gravy, lemme fuck," ooh I'll consider

I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes

So I say "Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it

I'ma hit it, baby"